Chapter 11 - The Ghost of Paris
The crisp, high-resolution photograph slipped completely from Lorenzo's trembling fingers, fluttering silently onto the polished surface of his mahogany desk.
He stared blankly at the terrifying image of his supposedly dead wife, feeling the absolute, suffocating weight of a massive betrayal crushing his lungs.
Sophia was alive, walking perfectly freely down a beautiful Parisian street, holding the hand of a dark-haired toddler who shared his exact facial features.
The chilling, typed message on the back of the photograph echoed violently through his mind, completely shattering the peaceful illusion of his new life.
She had intentionally planted the deadly car bomb herself, desperately trying to assassinate him to seize absolute, uncontested control of the Rossi empire.
When she failed, she vanished into the dark shadows, patiently waiting for Carlo to finish the bloody job she had started.
Lorenzo felt a massive, uncontrollable surge of pure, unadulterated fury violently consume his entire soul.
He aggressively opened his bottom desk drawer and pulled out a heavy, securely encrypted satellite phone that he had sworn to never use again.
He fiercely dialed the private number of his most ruthless, highly classified European intelligence broker.
Lorenzo coldly demanded the exact, undeniable GPS coordinates of the street corner captured in the terrifying photograph.
He absolutely refused to let a dangerous, highly manipulative ghost completely destroy the beautiful, innocent family he had just built with Hunter.
The heavy study door slowly creaked open, and Hunter stepped softly into the room, holding two steaming cups of coffee.
She smiled beautifully, her bright eyes radiating an absolute, undeniable warmth that completely melted the cold ice forming in his dark heart.
Lorenzo smoothly slid the terrifying photograph underneath a heavy leather binder, completely hiding the horrific truth from his new wife.
He walked aggressively across the room, wrapping his strong arms fiercely around her waist and pulling her into a desperate, lingering kiss.
Hunter leaned completely into his warm embrace, entirely unaware of the massive, highly violent storm gathering just over their horizon.
Lorenzo quietly whispered that an urgent, highly classified real estate crisis had suddenly emerged in Europe.
He heavily lied to the woman he loved, promising her that he would completely resolve the financial issue and return in exactly forty-eight hours.
Hunter frowned slightly, her maternal instincts sensing a deeply hidden, terrifying tension in his broad shoulders.
She gently touched his cheek, strictly making him promise that he would absolutely return safely to her and little Leo.
Lorenzo kissed her forehead with desperate finality, completely vowing to protect their beautiful family at any violent cost.
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Less than an hour later, Lorenzo was aggressively boarding his massive, heavily armored private jet, completely preparing for absolute war.
He stared fiercely out the thick window as the jet tore through the dark clouds, violently racing toward the beautiful, treacherous city of Paris.
